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Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son,
Which argued thee a most unloving father.
young : And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings • Which sometime they have us'd with fearful flight,) Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offering their own lives in their young's defence ? For shame, my liege, make them your precedent ! Were it not pity that this goodly boy Should lose his birthright by his father's fault; And long hereafter say unto his child, What my great-grandfather and grandsire got, My careless father fondly 7 gave away? Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; And let his manly face, which promiseth Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart, To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him.
K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, Inferring arguments of mighty force.
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, * Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
Ah, cousin York! 'would thy best friends did know, • How it doth grieve me that thy head is here ! Q. Mar. My lord, cheer up your spirits; our
foes are nigh, . And this soft courage makes your followers faint. • You promis'd knighthood to our forward son ; * Unsheath your sword, and dub him presently.Edward, kneel down.
K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; And learn this lesson,--Draw thy sword in right.
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, And in that quarrel use it to the death. Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness: • For, with a band of thirty thousand men, Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York; And, in the towns as they do march along, Proclaims him king, and many fly to him : Darraign your battle,8 for they are at hand. Clif. I would, your highness would depart the
The queen hath best success when you are absent.
fortune. K. Hen. Why, that's ny fortune too; therefore
North. Be it with resolution then to fight.
Si. e. Arrange your host, put your host in order.
And hearten those that fight in your
defence : Unsheath your sword, good father; cry, Saint George!
March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD,
WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers.
• Edw. Now, perjur'd Henry! wilt thou kneel
And set thy diadem upon my head; * Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ?
Q. Mar. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting
"Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms,
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knee ;
Clif. And reason too; Who should succeed the father, but the son ? • Rich. Are you there, butcher ?-0, I cannot
speak! Clif. Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer
thee, Or any he the proudest of thy sort. Rich, 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was
it not? Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield
wick? dare you speak ? When
and I met at Saint Alban's last, Your legs did better service than your hands. War. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis
Clif. I slew thy father : Call'st thou him a child?
Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous coward,
hear me speak.
Rich. Then, executioner, unsheath thy sword: By him that made us all, I am resoly'd,9
9 It is my firm persuasion.
That Clifford's manhood lies
his tongue. • Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no? A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, That ne'er shall dine, unless thou yield the crown.
War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; For York in justice puts his armour on. • Prince. If that be right, which Warwick says
is right, There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue. Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor
dam; But like a foul misshapen stigmatick, Mark'd by the destinies' to be avoided, *As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
Rich. Iron of Naples, bid with English gilt, Whose father bears the title of a king, (As if a channel: should be call’d the sea,) 'Sham’st thou not, knowing whence thou art ex
traught, * To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?4 Edw. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand
crowns, To make this shameless callets know herself.* Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou, * Although thy husband may be Menelaus ;6
1 One branded by nature.
3 Kennel was then pronounced channel. 4 To show thy meanness of birth by thy indecent railing.
6 i. e, A cuckold,